The Mystery of the Disconnected Phone Line

It started with a single call—static, then a faint voice whispering a name.

The recipient, confused, checked the caller ID.

The number was familiar but impossible.

It belonged to a phone line that had been disconnected for years.

Thinking it was a prank, they ignored it.

But the calls kept coming, each time more insistent, the voice growing clearer.

Who was calling?

And how was a dead phone line suddenly active again?

Curiosity turned to fear when the voice on the other end spoke personal details—things no stranger should know.

The caller described childhood memories, long-forgotten secrets.

The recipient’s hands trembled as they asked, 'Who is this?' Silence.

Then, a whisper: 'You know me.' A chill ran down their spine.

They checked the number again.

It was still the same—disconnected for years.

How could someone be calling from a line that no longer existed?

Determined to uncover the truth, they traced the number’s history.

It once belonged to an old friend—someone who had died years ago.

Their heart pounded.

Was this a cruel joke, or something far more sinister?

They called the number back.

Static.

Then, the same voice, clearer now: 'I need to tell you something.' The line crackled, and suddenly, the

voice was gone.

The call ended.

But the mystery was only beginning.

Desperate for answers, they visited the old friend’s last known address.

The house was abandoned, dust covering every surface.

But in the corner, an old rotary phone sat on a table.

It shouldn’t have worked, but when they picked up the receiver, a dial tone hummed.

Their breath caught.

Then, the phone rang—once, twice.

They hesitated, then answered.

A familiar voice whispered, 'You finally found me.' The line went dead.

Shaken, they left the house, but the calls didn’t stop.

Each night, the phone rang at the same time.

The voice pleaded, 'Listen to me.' But every time they tried, the call would cut out.

They sought help, but no one believed them.

Then, one night, the calls stopped.

Silence.

Relief turned to dread when they checked their voicemail.

A final message: 'I’m coming to you now.' The line went dead forever.